I swore I'd scorch the earth before letting any man leash my fire.
Orphaned and chained to my father's will, I inherited an estate and a guardian who could strip it all away with one decree. This imperious duke, with his gravelly commands and eyes like forged steel, was meant to enforce order on my chaos. But from the first glare across the fog-shrouded stables, his presence twisted something deep inside me. Raw grief fueled my rebellion. I hurled sarcasm like daggers. Yet beneath it all lurked this unspoken ache, a craving for the structure only his unyielding hand could deliver.
He caught me riding hellbent through the mist, thighs clenched on a thundering stallion, sweat tracing paths down my skin under his piercing stare. That night, in the shadowed stables thick with leather and hay, he bent me over a bale. His broad palm arced down, striking flushed curves with corrective sting that blurred punishment into molten pleas. Each firm smack branded me, paternal duty warping into possessive hunger. "Yield," he growled low, "or feel it again." I whispered back, husky and defiant, "I won't break. Make me." Defiance cracked under the heat, my body arching for more even as my heart railed against surrender.
Our estates tangle like our fates, his honor and my legacy teetering on this forbidden edge. Every candlelit confession amid creaking harnesses and ragged breaths pulls us deeper into carnal possession. His touch demands I kneel, shattering the walls I've built around my grief. But what if this blistering fusion consumes us? One wrong strike, and we lose everything.
Will his hand claim my body and finally tame the fire in my soul, or will our scorching transgression burn our worlds to ash?
A full-length Regency spanking discipline MaleDom erotic romance featuring a fiery orphaned heiress and her stern guardian duke.
